The End-text

21. ledna 2008 v 16:38 |  my chemical romance-texty
The End
Now come one, come all to this tragic affair
Wipe off that make up - what's in is despair.
So throw on the black dress, mix in with the lot
You might wake up and notice you're someone you're not.
If you look in the mirror and don't like what you see
You can find out firsthand what it's like to be me.
So gather ´round piggies and kiss this goodbye,
I'd encourage your smiles, I´ll expect you won´t cry.

Another contusion, my funeral jag,
Here's my resignation, I'll serve it in drag.
You've got front row seats to the penitence ball,
When I grow up I want to be nothing at all!

I said yeah, yeah,
I said yeah, yeah,
C´me on, c´me on, c´me on.
I said save me!
Get me the hell out of here!
Save me!
Too young to die and my dear
You can't...
If you can hear me, just walk away and
Take me!

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